Your kind letterEditorial Note: See 471.54.001. and its question as to my memory of your noble mother and yourself, in the days gone by, touched sacred memories As Written: momories that time cannot efface. And I sometimes speak of them to give vent to my feelings. Nothing but piles of unanswered letters still lying on my desk and cares nameless delayed my quick reply. Your outspoken thoughts of the past so replete with the promise of todayAs Written:to-day were refreshing

I would indeed enjoy talking with you again about my life-work its joys its sorrows its success and its immortal tendencies.

I can realize to some extent the loss sustained in the death of your dear mother She was a noble woman, wise, tender, true. Would that we had more like her. Yes in your sweet little sitting room in SwampscottEditorial Note: Swampscott, Massachusetts words were said that will go down the centuries and echo throughout all time.

Do you forget your Christmas present to me — that basket of kindlings all split by your hand and left at my door? I do not. For your sympathy and good wishes I am very grateful. My enemies know not what they do. May God forgive themLuke 23:33 And when they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. Luke 23:34 ¶Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do. And they parted his raiment, and cast lots. You and yours have my best wishes this New Year for sweet peace and heavenly joy.